magic
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Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more
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Winter arrives without a sound. The air turns cold and clean, and my breath becomes small white clouds that linger upon the gentle breeze. I pull my coat close and listen to the quiet. The lights come on one by one. They glow softly on houses and trees, not loud, not bright—just enough. When snow Read more
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There’s a kind of magic in surviving an ordinary day, though it rarely feels like magic while you’re doing it. Most days aren’t epic or cinematic — they’re cluttered, repetitive, emotionally uneven. You wake up with last night’s worries still clinging to your ribs, roll your shoulders against the weight of everything you’re carrying, and Read more
Ink & Earth 